"It's too much, to use Mr. Gojo's identity as a friend to calculate him! Don't let me see where that guy is or ......"

A high-speed rail spell spirit traveling at super high speed.

Listening to the actions and plans in the original story line of the spell Wuhe, Yurikawa Hana was filled with righteous indignation, and a pair of small fists waved in the air, as if a disgusting brain flower laughing rampantly appeared in front of her eyes......

But after thinking about it, Yuri Chuanhua seemed to think of something. Sudden epiphany.

"Alas~, Mr. Wuhe, but it's not right, haven't you already told him this? If you're mentally prepared, you should be able to react even if you suddenly see an acquaintance you haven't seen for a long time. ”

"At that Gojo-sir's speed, it's only a four-meter range. And he stepped out with two feet. ”

Hearing this, the spell Wuhe, who was walking in front, shook his head, stretched out his hand, and pinched out a model of a pseudo-summer oil to straighten his head, and showed it in front of Yuri Chuanhua and said:

"The last thing I saw was just him."

"How did Satoru Gojo fail, I'm afraid I'll have to get it out before we know."

Of course, what he said was very breezy and bland, but the true thoughts of the spell Wuhe in his heart were about to drench the blood of the dog scolded by Gojo Satoru......

Gojo Satoru and they have been separated from each other for a few hours in total, although the spell Gokawa also expected that the guy Qi Suo had prepared for a thousand years to deal with Gojo Satoru, and it was definitely impossible for him to have only one backhand in the prison gate.

But this guy is kneeling a little too fast.

Jujutsu Gokawa remembered that after Gojo Satoru was sealed, the so-called high-level leaders in the spell world directly blocked Gojo Satoru, not only forbidding everyone to lift his seal, but also directly executing the principal of the Jujutsu High School.

With this group of guys who are even more rancid than the old stuff from four hundred years ago, the spell Gokawa really doesn't believe that after Gojo Satoru is gone, the deal that he said before can still go smoothly.

And according to Gojo Satoru's original information, his other eye was in the treasure house of the Kamo family.

Although I can't be 100% sure, I'm afraid that the spell Gokawachai thing was put in it more than a hundred years ago when he took the head of the Shekamo family, so that the eggs could not be placed in a cage.

Now, after discovering his danger, I'm afraid that Qi Suo would have taken it away and put it back on his body, or hid it.

"You still have to get this rope around......"

"Say it or not, this thing is really fucking underwhelming."

And just when the spell Wuhe was thinking about the manga commentary video he had watched in the aid of the death return, and thinking about whether to harvest the spell spirit in the death and death return tour, or go to Tian Yuan's side to beat him up first, the voice of Yurikawa sounded in his ears again.

"Mr. Gokawa, have you noticed that something doesn't seem quite right with this guy named Qisuo?"

Hearing this, the spell Wuhe lowered his head and glanced at the pseudo-summer oil ornament he had pinched, this cheap smile, and the action of straightening the skull, there should be no problem, right?

"That's the one, that's the one you see if his hair is crooked, I suspect he's wearing a wig."

"Mr. Gokawa, you said that the scene at that time could not be like this?"

……

"Huhuhu~"

Even if Gojo Satoru's strength is extraordinary, he is still only a mortal in the flesh after all, facing the countless flesh curse spirits that have surged down from the train, he is bound by his own form rules, and he has no large-scale precision strike means, he wants to protect the hundreds of ordinary people in the subway station, all he can do is to consume a lot of his own physical strength and energy to control all the lives present in the immeasurable space of 0.2 seconds, and then consume a lot of physical strength, one by one, pull out a large number of low-level spell spirits.

Thousands of spell spirits poured into the subway station from the tram were slaughtered by him in just three hundred seconds.

On average, more than thirty spell spirits were killed per second, and the scene did not even affect the corners of any ordinary person's clothes, which showed its speed and control ability.

After doing all this at the same time, although Gojo Satoru's breath was a little unstable, he could still focus on the train behind him, ready to deal with the prison gate that flew out of it, and the seizure of the body of his former best friend Xia Youjie, ready to use his memory of Xia Youjie to shorten the preparation time of the prison gate.

And the situation was just as Spell Wuhe had said before, only two seconds after he stopped moving, a dice about ten centimeters in length, width and height, with six sides and six eyes on each side, dreamed of coming out of the empty tram and scurrying to his feet.

Obviously, this is the prison gate in the description of the spell five rivers......

There was almost no hesitation Gojo Satoru was about to dodge away, and by the way, a shot of the reversal of the technique was also ready to be launched at his fingertips.

There isn't a single ordinary person in the current train, and if Takesuo walks out of it and wants to evoke his memories, then he will only be greeted by Satoru Gojo's unhesitating counterattack.

Sure enough, in order to prevent him from really escaping the area covered by the prison gate, Xia Youjie's familiar voice sounded not far behind him in the next moment.

"Yo~, Enlightenment, long time no see......"

The moment he heard this voice, a hideous smile appeared on Gojo Satoru's face, and the anger that had been pent up since the opening of Xia Youjie's grave exploded in an instant.

He turned his head violently to throw out the Hehe in his hand, so that this so-called sorcerer from a thousand years ago could taste his strongest gold content in modern times.

Then he turned his head sharply, and then a flash of light flashed into his eyes.

Then he saw the invincible man with Xia Youjie's face, wearing a monk's robe, pulling the hair in one hand and the other.

Satoru Gojo: "......"

In an instant, Gojo Satoru's brain shut down, and this uninterrupted emotional outburst even made He, who had been reversed in his hand, forget to maintain it for a while and collapsed directly in his hand.

The accumulated mana even directly burned Gojo Satoru's fingertips with pieces of blood, and Gojo Road, who had never shed blood in the entire battle, was actually injured at this moment because of his own distraction.

But even so, Satoru Gojo didn't completely recover from his confusion.

The chaotic thoughts like twisted flowers instantly exploded in Gojo Satoru's brain, making the expression on his entire face become a little bright......

Even the expression of that face can't be described as complex alone, it can only be described as wonderful.

It can only be said that all the expressions that the human body can make are here in Gojo Satoru, and they have all been collected at this moment.

But in the next moment, he also enjoyed the bitter fruit of the explosion of his brain's thoughts.

Because the prison gate in the shape of a big boss has been fully opened at this moment. Turned into a cage, tied his body firmly in the center, and the unique effect of the prison gate was directly activated to block all the mana in his body, making him completely lose the ability to resist.

At this time, Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, looked at the front, put the wig on his hand back on his head, and straightened the rope, with a confused face.

"Damn, despicable......"

"Meanness is the pass of the despicable, nobility is the epitaph of the noble, Sayunara ~ Gojo Satoru ......"

……

Listening to Yuri Chuanhua's conjecture, the expression of the old man's mobile phone on the face of the spell Wuhe looked at the other party was very obvious.

"Do you want to see what you're talking about?"

And Miko Yuri Chuanhua also gently stuck out his tongue, touched his blonde hair, and whispered:

"I think my guess makes sense~"

"Even if Mr. Gokawa tells me that there is someone who wants to harm me by pretending to be Miko, if I suddenly see Miko turned bald, I guess I won't be able to react for a while."

"It just so happens that guy finally tidied up his hairstyle~, obviously a little crooked hairstyle, I think my guess is quite reasonable......"

Spell Five Rivers: "......"

Glaring fiercely at Yuri Chuanhua in front of him, the spell Wuhe sighed speechlessly.

"Your conjecture is a bit too nonsensical, do you think this is some kind of funny comic?"

However, the moment these words were spoken, the spell Wuhe couldn't help but fall into a burst of inexplicable thinking, and his brain couldn't help but recall the evaluation of the subsequent chapters of the spell return battle that he had seen before crossing over, and the whole person fell directly into a strange silence.

"It seems, probably, maybe, maybe, maybe she's right......"

……

The view came to the other side......

Inside the Prison Gate......

"Ah Qiu~Ah Qiu~, ahhh

Stretching out his hand slightly and wiping his nose, Gojo Satoru felt inexplicable for a while.

"Why are you still sneezing all of a sudden? Is there any source of my allergies in this prison gate? ”

"It's not like there's anyone out there thinking about me, right?"

"Probably not, right? I can't even get through the spell in this prison gate, so it can't be that this damn miss is more magical than this spell, right......"

But after some complaining, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but fiddle with the blindfold he was wearing on his head, constantly pulling the blindfold, feeling the touch of the rubber band bouncing on his eyelids, so as to speed up his thinking.

"This is really bad~"

"I accidentally got into that guy's way."

"Tsk~, half of this matter is to blame on the guy from Wuhe~, he didn't tell me that Qi Suo used to be the head of the Kamo family, and I went directly to him."

And just as Gojo Satoru was complaining, a throbbing surged up on his shoulder.

A wisp of dust-like things swelled rapidly on Gojo Satoru's shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a silver-white mirror and appeared opposite Gojo Satoru, and the slightly illusory figure of the spell Gokawa also appeared directly in front of him.

The moment the figure of the spell Wuhe appeared in the prison gate territory, he looked up and looked around, and after confirming that the other party was indeed locked in the prison gate territory, he immediately used his three eyes to show a disdainful look to Gojo Satoru in front of him at the same time.

Although the other party didn't speak, the dazzling gaze still allowed Gojo Satoru to capture the meaning of the other party's expression - "That's it? That's it? That's it? I've told you the strategy, can you still lose? You can't do it either. ”

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru also showed an unhappy expression on his face, clasped his hands on his chest, looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and said without any surprise:

"So you came out just to taunt me?"

"It's because of you that I got the trick this time, and you don't have to think of a way for me."

In front of Satoru Gojo, who has six eyes, all the flow of mana will be clearly seen by him, and the spell Gokawa has hidden a spell spirit in his body, and he has naturally known about this matter all along.

However, this spell spirit is too weak, and Gojo Satoru can clearly feel that his role is more to communicate with each other in the environment that is isolated from the outside world, and there is no other threat, so he will listen to it.

After all, mobile phones are really not too convenient for spell masters.

There are too many ways to cut off cell phone signals, such as the Curser Curser.

However, the spell spirit that the spell Wuhe threw at him belonged to a brand new model, and he had never seen it before, and he didn't know how to contact the other party through it.

He didn't expect that at the moment when he was defeated, the spell Wuhe actually sent a contact, let alone that the other side opened his mouth to mock him.

That's really ......

But Gojo Satoru also feels weird and ashamed when he thinks about it, "If you have a strategy and lose, will you play?" He didn't dwell too much on this topic, but turned his head and asked Spell Wuhe, the guy who redefined the concept of spells almost four hundred years ago, if he had any other thoughts about this thing?

"Let's talk about it first, it's not like I can't get out."

"But if I'm going to go out, I'm going to waste a little bit of time. If you don't hurry, the last eye with you may be throwing your eyes to the corners of the world, along with the prison gates. ”

Hearing this, the Spell Five Rivers couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Is my eye really in the hand of the Silk?"

For the focus of the spell Wuhe's attention, Gojo Enlightenment was not surprised, and spread his hands and said:

"That's right, and that guy doesn't seem to know how to temporarily insert his eye into his socket, replacing the one you removed."

"And for the time being, I have your power."

"That guy relied on your mana aura to manipulate the special spell tools you once made, and no one can use them except you."

"At the same time, you disguised yourself as you to confuse me, which is why I was tricked."

"Do you think there's your responsibility here?"

Spell Five Rivers: "......"

The spell Gokawa didn't care about Gojo Satoru's shirking responsibility, but just touched his chin and thought.

"Is my last eye really in that guy's hand? It's not that different from what I thought. ”

"It's the same as my main body is to find the Suo, and the goal is no different."

After thinking for a moment, the spell Wuhe looked down at Gojo Satoru in front of him again, shook his head slightly and said:

"The prison gate has blocked the connection between the internal space and the outside world, and I am now just a little will of the ontology."

"The power contained in this will is impossible to break the prison gate."

"It's up to you to do this, but I can help you point out the weak points in this and let you crack it in a targeted manner."

And in this regard, Gojo Satoru also showed an expression of disgust.

"You know that I have six eyes, do you think I won't see the weak points in the prison gates? Go and go, if it's useless, don't affect my mood here, and ...... at the same time."

Gojo Satoru's performance, that can be said to be quite ruthless, after seeing that the spell Gokawa was useless to himself, he directly threw it aside and exerted his own strength.

In this regard, the spell Wuhe didn't pay too much attention to it, and the figure gradually lost the support of the mana, and slowly returned to the original state of dust.

However, when the figure slowly disappeared, the spell Wuhe did not forget to hold his hands on his chest and looked at Gojo Satoru, who was meditating in the darkness in front of him, and said leisurely:

"Cut~, what can you see the weakness of the prison gate? This thing has a much stronger seal on the inside than on the outside. ”

"Believe it or not, I'll be able to kill Kinso and let you out in seven days."

Satoru Gojo: "Cut~, so what? Even if the seal on the inside is stronger than the outside, so what? ”

"I'm the strongest~"

"I only need six days."

"Then I'll have five days!"

"I'm four days!"

"I'm ...... in three days"

It is estimated that no one would have imagined that the two most powerful humans in the spell world are in this pitch-black space, just like two children who have not grown up.

It wasn't until the time was reduced to half a day that the two looked at each other and smiled.

"That's okay~, then let's compare each other~"

"Let's see if it's your body, find the prison gate and release you first, or will I get out of here first?"

"Okay, it's better than that, but let's say it first, I can't represent my body, if my body finds the prison gate and forges a spell to seal you, you can't blame me......"

"Cut, so what? I'm the strongest ......."

……

(End of chapter)